Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drysdale said.
He's so proud of it, he's out looking for another rock.
Drips on your face, runs down your arms, it's plum awful.
Shall I summon the clappers to the door?
I'm in kind of a hurry.
Yes.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
All great artists does it, Uncle Jet.
Oh, heck no.
Nor has my husband.
Granny just put some vittles on the stove, we can talk over a plate of groundhog stew.
Yeah, he's found himself a sculpting rock.
Congratulations, madam.
Oh yeah.
I'm the most expensive model in the agency.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Nope, I'm feeling better.
I'm going to find me a rock and chisel me out a masterpiece.
In fact, he isn't even in town.
I'm under terrific pressure.
Viacom.
Your name, madam?
Yes, with the exception of the pantries and the kitchen.
Uncle Jed, you can't be a real artist without you got a beautiful model posing for you.
How about taking a little snack for the road?